 Farewell, false love, I took you forThe woman that I lost last yearForever as I think:I loved her but I will not seeHer any more in Germany.O Milky Way, sister in whitenessTo Canaan's rivers and the brightBodies of lovers drowned,Can we follow toilsomelyYour path to other nebulae?"La Chanson du Mal-Aimé" (Song of the Poorly Loved), line 56; translation by William Meredith, from Francis Steegmuller Apollinaire: Poet Among the Painters (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1973) p. 95.